Forbidden Bond

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th unspoken words. It had been a week since my visit to Mr. Smith, a week of anxious waiting, my mind trailed with possibilities. Sophia's assurances that

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ice's words as s

ed and held my towel tight around me like

ed a file at me, the papers scattered across the floor. I paused, my ey

made my heart stutter: DIVORCE. A laugh bubbled up in my

uest in their house rather than his wife. And - he thought a mere signat

ver, you have tonight to sign these papers and

uch as catch a glimpse of you near this house, he paused and with a soft hiss, he turned and

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ncounter with Mr. Smith would change everything and end th

I done? I a

u not done you dirty whore, she grabbed her

down. I stared at myself and Mr Smith on the screen, Cold sweat

wn, my tears spilling over, l can expla

Beatrice repli

I should explain or not but wh

felt a sting of regret, a strangling pain that spread from my chest to my face. Hot tears pricked

ing, replaced by a desperate, grasping version of myself. I had always prided myself on

ced my own sense of self-worth. But all l wanted was for them to see me, t

a shred of sense," Beatrice sneered,

for days. How, exactly, did she mana

hands were faster, her hand shot out, a loud

le life right out of you," she hissed, her ey

which were b

ar

ide you that's why I haven't told my husband about you

, gave you a roof over your head, and clothes on your back. You lacked for nothing, and this is how you repa

es nar

now him too well. For your own sake, pack your bags, sign these paper

d walked over to my wardrobe,

y baby?. But I knew I had to leave. I had witnessed Mr. Raymond's ruthness; he had not spared his

e's voice snapped

signer clothes over there. It's not like y

the pen to sign the papers, to end this phase of my life and start anew

Somebod

Mr. Raymond lay on the floor, his drink splashed over on the newspaper still clutched i

s!" Beatrice barked, but I had thoug

d stop being a lifeless rag!" Thabita sna

ing Beatrice's parting word echoed thr

red to enter this room before and had never been invited to cross its threshold. But desper

he edge of the bedspread. Every second counted. Tears welled up my eyes "Where

through its drawers. Next, I yanked op

way it would be here," I mumbled, I hesitated, feeli

ath, I pulled o

e contents inside. a

test

got the better of me, and I opened the file. The words on the p

e shocking revelation, Thabita bur

?" she asked, her ey

till holdi

aler on the nightst

looking for th

," she said, already w

to notice the

file still clutched in my ha

is not the biological fa

unding me. I felt truly like an agent of darknes

dible. Mr. Raymond's face flashed before me – his scary f

file, Goosebumps ran down my skin as I grasped the magnitude of my discovery. Be

ng, I had pleaded, and it hadn't worked. Perhaps She would understand the language of blackmail better. If I was kicked out, I w

e file to its hiding place. I could hear my

r. Raymond lay on the couch, clutching his inhaler,

d on her husband. Thabita and Liam hove